FangPOV
Max had been in hospital for a few days, and I had only left twice. Once, to go home and another to go to school. Max was a lot better, colour had returned to her face and she seemed more responsive aswell as lively.
I was currentlt sitting on an uncomfortable, plastic chair in Max's room, with Iggy, Gazzy, Sam, Nudge and Ella.
Ella had turned up late on Saturday to the hospital. She was at one of her friends houses, and we ahd forgot to call her. She was furious at first, but was comforted by Iggy.
A short, large nurse entered the room after knocking carrying Max's prepared lunch. Maz smiled welcomingly, thanking the nurse.
I stood up to help Max with her table tha swung over her bed and set her up. She smiled up at me, eyes shining with apprieciation.
I sat back down, to find Sam staring at me. He motioned me to come out to the corridor with him.
"We'll be back in a minute," I said to Iggy. He nodded, turning back to Ella.
I went through the door, to find Sam looking at something on the wall, waiting for me.
"What do you want, Sam?" I said, getting his attention. Hespun around, facing me. No one else was in the corrider. It was disserted.
He grabbed the collar of my dirty shirt and pushed my back against the wall.
"What the hell?" I exclaimed, struggling against his grasp.
"Stay away from Max," he breathed, "she's mine,"
I looked at him, completely confused, "what about Angel?"
He smirked at me, "she's entertainment," I stared, disgusted, "what, do you think I actually liked her? Pfft, you are stupid,"
I tried to pull away, only to have him grab tighter, "besides, Max is a lot more..." he paused, thinking of the right word to use, "...entertaining," he smirked, letting me go, and turning away and walking down the hall.
I shook my head at him. You idiot, I thought of him.
I entered Max's room, to find everyone talking with one another and laughing. Max had her gorgeous smile planted on her face. I did not know how she looked attractive in her hospital gown when she probably doesn't even try.
Iggy pulled out a guitar from under his chair as Nudge plugged in her iPod for back-up music. Max clapped her hands excitedly as he started to strum his fingers gracefully over the strings.
Max giggled to me, looking in my eyes. I smiled at her as I sat down. She started to sing.
"Harness your heart, and be still now. Quiet that mind that will wander, All sorts of dark alleys. Tragedy strikes your self esteem, Constantly waiting for an ending, To all of this.
She opens her eyes, Suddenly she cries. Can we help her, can we help her? And she replies.
You know, I fake it oh so well, That God himself can't tell. What I mean and why my words are, Less than parallel, With my feet. You ask me what I need. And all I really need, Is to breathe,"
Everyone was silent as Max sang. This is what her music abialaties did to us all, and it was one of the reasons I lvoed her.
"Oooohh. Ahhaah.
People, they seem so interested. Only a few get invested, With all the aches and pains. Doctor oh, doctor, Please help her. I fear she may not be breathing. Blue lips, and doe eyes, That's her disguise.
You know, I fake it oh so well, That God himself can't tell. What I mean and why my words are,
Less than parallel. With my feet, You ask me what I need. And all I really need, Is to breathe.
Oooooh Ooooh, oh Oooooh Oooooh
Give me some space to breathe, I need a little room to breathe. Give me some space to breathe, All I need is a little room to breathe.
I fake it oh so well, That God can't tell. You know, I fake it oh so well, That God himself can't tell. What I mean and why my words are, Less than parallel. With my feet, You ask me what I need. And all I really need, Is to breathe. Let me breathe,"
She smiled and laughed as we all clapped and cheered.